wasn’t in the mood for humor right then, though. She must have had one hell of an experience in the place to be so scared that she didn’t want to even drive up to the area. I thought about her actions, and realized I probably shouldn’t be going in alone, but my partners couldn’t make it anyway, and Monica had been so desperate I hadn’t had the heart to make her wait.
“Are you sure you want to go in there alone? What if something happens?” She visibly shuddered as the last sentence came out of her mouth.
“I’ll be fine. I have my rosary beads, cross, bible and holy water. If it’s dangerous, trust me, I’ll come out of there. I know the top demonologist in the world. If it’s really bad, I can give him a call. I won’t risk doing anything on my own if it’s really unsafe. I can tell you that most of the time ghosts just want attention, although being pushed down the stairs is obviously an extremely aggressive behavior. I promise I’ll be fine. Please don’t worry about it too much. At least try not to worry. This is what I do.” I smiled, trying to reassure her.
“All right. You’re the expert. Here are the keys.” Monica shrugged and handed me the keys and a piece of paper. “Here’s the number for security and, of course, there’s always 911.” She laughed nervously. “When do you think you’ll be finished?”
“I’ll hang out all day and most of the night. I’ll see what happens. Of course, I can’t promise I can help you, or make the ghost disappear. I’ll try my best, though. It’s just that there are no guarantees in this business.”
“Thank you so much, Larue. And good luck.” She quickly jumped back into her car and rushed down the driveway. She wasn’t wasting any time in getting out of there. Poor thing.
I grabbed my bag from the trunk of my car and slowly trudged up the front steps, taking in everything around me on my way to the door. I sat my bag down on the veranda, placed the key in the lock and twisted the knob.
Pushing the large wooden door open, I felt the air grow heavy as soon as it swung ajar. I grabbed my bag and walked in, pushing the massive door shut behind me. It creaked loudly, announcing the presence of a guest to any spirits lurking in the shadows that might be listening.
In front of me was a large round table with an oversized floral centerpiece in the middle. It had the biggest roses I’d ever seen, but obviously the flowers weren’t real. I placed my bag on the edge of the table as I glanced around the room. A clock ticking was the only noise. Its steady tick-tock echoed throughout the entire first floor. I pulled my camera out of my bag and draped the strap around my neck, then grabbed my temperature gun with one hand and recorder with the other.
Taking in a deep breath, I decided to start on the top floor first. With another deep sigh, I began to climb the spiral staircase, waiting anxiously for the first appearance of the ghost I’d heard so much about. I wondered if it would even make its presence known.
There was no guarantee it would come around while I was there, I just had to hope for the best. Most people would pray that a ghost wouldn’t show up. I, on the other hand, was always wishing they would. Another crazy part of the job was that I had no idea when the ghost would pop out, or if it would push me down the stairs like it had Monica.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps somewhere above me, possibly coming from the third floor. Something was stirring up there and I would bet it wasn’t a mouse. I slithered up the stairs like a cat burglar and rounded the landing into the hallway.
Clump. Clump. Clump . The footsteps were definitely coming my way.
My heart rate began to climb as visions of me falling all the way down that spiral staircase flashed into my head. As I started my pursuit down the long hallway I sensed a presence, and glanced to my left.
There, coming from the door
“Are you sure you want to go in there alone? What if something happens?” She visibly shuddered as the last sentence came out of her mouth.
“I’ll be fine. I have my rosary beads, cross, bible and holy water. If it’s dangerous, trust me, I’ll come out of there. I know the top demonologist in the world. If it’s really bad, I can give him a call. I won’t risk doing anything on my own if it’s really unsafe. I can tell you that most of the time ghosts just want attention, although being pushed down the stairs is obviously an extremely aggressive behavior. I promise I’ll be fine. Please don’t worry about it too much. At least try not to worry. This is what I do.” I smiled, trying to reassure her.
“All right. You’re the expert. Here are the keys.” Monica shrugged and handed me the keys and a piece of paper. “Here’s the number for security and, of course, there’s always 911.” She laughed nervously. “When do you think you’ll be finished?”
“I’ll hang out all day and most of the night. I’ll see what happens. Of course, I can’t promise I can help you, or make the ghost disappear. I’ll try my best, though. It’s just that there are no guarantees in this business.”
“Thank you so much, Larue. And good luck.” She quickly jumped back into her car and rushed down the driveway. She wasn’t wasting any time in getting out of there. Poor thing.
I grabbed my bag from the trunk of my car and slowly trudged up the front steps, taking in everything around me on my way to the door. I sat my bag down on the veranda, placed the key in the lock and twisted the knob.
Pushing the large wooden door open, I felt the air grow heavy as soon as it swung ajar. I grabbed my bag and walked in, pushing the massive door shut behind me. It creaked loudly, announcing the presence of a guest to any spirits lurking in the shadows that might be listening.
In front of me was a large round table with an oversized floral centerpiece in the middle. It had the biggest roses I’d ever seen, but obviously the flowers weren’t real. I placed my bag on the edge of the table as I glanced around the room. A clock ticking was the only noise. Its steady tick-tock echoed throughout the entire first floor. I pulled my camera out of my bag and draped the strap around my neck, then grabbed my temperature gun with one hand and recorder with the other.
Taking in a deep breath, I decided to start on the top floor first. With another deep sigh, I began to climb the spiral staircase, waiting anxiously for the first appearance of the ghost I’d heard so much about. I wondered if it would even make its presence known.
There was no guarantee it would come around while I was there, I just had to hope for the best. Most people would pray that a ghost wouldn’t show up. I, on the other hand, was always wishing they would. Another crazy part of the job was that I had no idea when the ghost would pop out, or if it would push me down the stairs like it had Monica.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps somewhere above me, possibly coming from the third floor. Something was stirring up there and I would bet it wasn’t a mouse. I slithered up the stairs like a cat burglar and rounded the landing into the hallway.
Clump. Clump. Clump . The footsteps were definitely coming my way.
My heart rate began to climb as visions of me falling all the way down that spiral staircase flashed into my head. As I started my pursuit down the long hallway I sensed a presence, and glanced to my left.
There, coming from the door
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